The Lines of the Cars The Airborne Toxic Event

Oh the lines of the cars
At the college at night
All their pillows, their blankets
Their posters and lights
All their hopelessly young faces
Tired with the solace of years

And you look at me blankly
Did I miss something?
All these kids seem to be
Less like ghosts on the ring
Of the graveyard we've built
From the sting of these horrible fears
And I try not to laugh as it brings you to tears

But I won't tell your secret
If you won't tell mine
I'll just speak quietly
As a well rehearsed line
My, but how time makes one long for such ignorant peers
And you grab hold of my hand as I whisper in your ear

On the day that you die
Please remember these words
You were the luckiest gift
That I'll never deserve
I can feel you and me
Like my heart beat
And blood stream in turns